A keresés eredménye

When your little mother steps in the door

When your little mother
steps in the door,
and I turn my head
and look at her,
my gaze falls
not first at her face,
but to where,
closer to the door's threshold,
there, where your
dear faces would be,
when you so joyfully
came in with her,
as you so often did, my little ones1.
 
When your mother
enters the door
in the flickering candlelight,
to me, it's as if
you always come in with her,
scurrying behind,
as you usually did, into the room!
Oh you, of your father's seed,
ach, the joyful vision
that too soon wanes away.
 

• 1. daughters

Resurrection Symphony no. 2

Alto solo:
Oh believe, my heart, believe:
Nothing will get lost!
What you have longed for is yours!
Yours, what you have loved, what you have strived for!
 
Soprano solo:
Oh believe: you were not born in vain!
You have not lived, suffered to no avail!
 
Chorus and alto:
What has come into being must go!
What is gone must rise again!
Stop quaking!
Be willing to live!
 
Soprano and alto solo:
Oh pain! You all-penetrating power!
I am wrested from you!
Oh death! You all-conquering power!
You are vanquished at last!
With wings that I have gained
in a fervent striving for love
I shall rise to a light
which no eye has ever seen!
 
Chorus:
With wings that I have gained
I shall rise!
I shall die to live!
Arise, yes, you shall rise again,
my heart, in no time!
What you have beaten
to God it will bear you!
 

Resurrection / 2

Chorus and soprano:
Arise, yes, you shall rise again my dust,
after a short rest!
He who called you
will give you eternal life.
Hallelujah!
 
You are sown to blossom anew.
The lord of the harvest strides
and gathers sheaves ...
us, who have passed away.
Hallelujah!